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Jin-ah groaned as the morning light filtered through her curtains, her head pounding like a drum. Blinking clearly, she struggled to recall the events of the previous night, but her memory was shrouded in a fog of confusion.
Just then, her younger brother Niki burst into her room with his trademark smirk. "Well, well, well, look who finally decided to wake up," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.
Jin-ah rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the remnants of her headache. "What happened last night?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Niki's grin widened. "Oh, you don't remember?" he replied, his tone laced with mischief. "Let me refresh your memory."
Last night:
As Jin-ah reluctantly joined her family for dinner, her mind was consumed by thoughts of Taehyung and his sudden reappearance in her life. She couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at her insides, casting a dark shadow over what should have been a simple family meal.
Her mother's cheerful voice calling her to the table only served to heighten Jin-ah's anxiety, each step towards the dining room feeling like a march towards her own personal battlefield.
As she took her seat at the table, the weight of her relatives' expectations pressed down on her like a leaden cloak. Her aunt's relentless chatter about her latest designer purchases grated on Jin-ah's nerves, each word driving a wedge deeper between her and the rest of the family.
But it was the appearance of soju at the dinner table that truly set Jin-ah on edge. With each passing moment, the bottle seemed to mock her, taunting her with the promise of temporary relief from her mounting stress.
"Why is he here?" Jin-ah muttered under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared into her glass, the clear liquid swirling hypnotically before her eyes.
"Mumma," she whimpered, her voice catching in her throat as tears welled up in her eyes. "I can't do this. Not tonight."
Her mother, preoccupied with serving the meal, glanced briefly at Jin-ah before returning her attention to the task at hand. "It's just dinner, darling," she replied absentmindedly. "You'll feel better once you've eaten."
But Jin-ah knew that food was the last thing on her mind. With each passing moment, her anxiety threatened to overwhelm her, like a tidal wave crashing against the fragile shores of her sanity.
And then, as if on cue, her aunt's voice pierced the tense atmosphere, her words dripping with condescension and thinly veiled insults. "Honestly, Jin-ah," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You really should try harder to fit in. No wonder you're still single."
The words struck a nerve with Jin-ah, igniting a firestorm of anger and resentment within her. Without thinking, she lashed out, her words sharp and biting as she retorted, "And no wonder you're still miserable, Auntie. Maybe if you focused less on your wardrobe and more on your personality, you'd actually have friends."
The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. But Jin-ah refused to back down, her defiance burning bright despite the disapproving glares from her family members.
And then, in a moment of desperation, she reached for the bottle of soju, her hands trembling as she poured herself a generous glass. "Why is he here?" she repeated, her voice growing louder with each word. "Mumma, I'm gonna kill him."
But her mother, now fully aware of Jin-ah's distress, moved to comfort her, wrapping her arms around her daughter in a tight embrace. "Shh, Jin-ah," she whispered soothingly. "It's okay."
And as Jin-ah buried her face in her mother's shoulder, the weight of the world momentarily lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a glimmer of hope for a brighter tomorrow.
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He proceeded to recount the events of the previous evening in vivid detail, from their family's dinner to Jin-ah's unexpected encounter with soju. Jin-ah's eyes widened in shock as she listened to the tale, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"I did what?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief.
Niki nodded, his expression serious for once. "Yeah, you were a mess," he admitted, his tone tinged with amusement.
As Jin-ah tried to piece together the fragments of her memory, flashes of the previous night flooded her mind: the awkward dinner conversation, her aunt's pretentious display of wealth, and her own reckless behavior under the influence of alcohol.
"I can't believe I made such a fool of myself," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.
Just then, their mother appeared in the doorway, concerned etched on her face. "Jin-ah, are you feeling okay?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
Jin-ah nodded weakly, trying to muster up a semblance of composure. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, forcing a smile.
But her mother wasn't convinced. "You need to be more careful," she admonished gently, her eyes flickering with concern.
Meanwhile, Niki couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. "Yeah, Jin-ah," he chimed in, unable to resist a smirk. "You don't want to end up like last night, do you?"
Jin-ah shot him a glare, but he merely shrugged, unfazed by her silent reprimand. "Just saying," he added with a grin.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of raised voices from downstairs. Curious, Jin-ah and Niki exchanged a glance before making their way to the kitchen, where they found their aunt engaged in a heated argument with their uncle.
"Looks like the drama isn't over yet," Niki remarked, his eyes dancing with amusement.
Jin-ah couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before her. Despite the chaos of the previous night, there was a sense of familiarity and warmth in their family's bickering that made her feel strangely comforted.
As she joined the fray, Jin-ah couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond she shared with her family, messy and imperfect though it may be. And as they navigated the ups and downs of life together, Jin-ah knew that they would always have each other's backs, no matter what.
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At park corporation:
As Jin-ah delved deeper into her presentation, she was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Glancing up, she saw Park Jimin, the CEO of Park Corporation, striding purposefully towards her desk.
"Jin-ah," Jimin said, his tone brisk but not unkind. "I need to go over some last-minute details for tomorrow's meeting. Are you ready to go through the presentation?"
Jin-ah nodded, her heart rate quickening at the prospect of facing the CEO's scrutiny. "Yes, Mr. Park," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
As Jimin pulled up a chair beside her, Jin-ah couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle over her. The pressure to impress the CEO weighed heavily on her shoulders, amplifying the already palpable tension in the air.
With each slide they reviewed, Jin-ah felt the weight of Jimin's expectations bearing down on her. His keen eye caught every flaw, every inconsistency, and Jin-ah found herself holding her breath as he scrutinized her work with laser-like precision.
But despite the stress of the moment, Jin-ah remained determined to prove herself. With each suggestion and critique from Jimin, she made quick adjustments to her presentation, striving to meet his high standards and exceed his expectations.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the end of the presentation. Jimin leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he surveyed Jin-ah's work.
"Good job, Jin-ah," he said finally, a hint of approval in his voice. "I think we're ready for tomorrow's meeting. Just make sure you're prepared to answer any questions that might come up."
Relief flooded through Jin-ah at his words, a weight lifting from her shoulders as she realized that she had passed Jimin's test. Tomorrow's meeting would be her chance to shine, to prove herself worthy of her position at Park Corporation.
With renewed confidence, Jin-ah thanked Jimin for his feedback and watched as he made his way back to his office. As she turned her attention back to her presentation, a sense of determination burned bright within her.
Tomorrow would be her moment to shine, and she was more than ready to seize it.
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As Jin-ah left the office, her mind buzzed with anticipation for the important meeting scheduled for the following day. However, before she could fully immerse herself in preparations, Park Jimin had tasked her with a critical assignment—to meet with some of the employees from Jeon Enterprise and Kim Corporation to assess their work.
With a sense of duty, Jin-ah made her way to the nearby café where the meeting was set to take place. Inside, she found herself surrounded by a group of eager employees, each eager to showcase their contributions to the company.
"Jin-ah, over here!" one of them called out, waving her over to their table. "We've been looking forward to your feedback."
Jin-ah smiled warmly as she joined them, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of curiosity and determination. This was her chance to make a difference, to lend her expertise to a team striving for excellence in the competitive world of corporate business.
As she listened to the employees passionately discuss their projects and ideas, Jin-ah couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. Despite the challenges they faced, they remained steadfast in their commitment to success—a quality she admired and respected.
With each passing moment, Jin-ah grew more confident in her ability to lead, to inspire, and to drive change within the company. Little did she know, this impromptu meeting would be the catalyst for a series of events that would shape the course of her career in ways she never could have imagined.
But for now, all Jin-ah could do was focus on the task at hand, knowing that tomorrow's meeting would be the ultimate test of her abilities and determination.
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